“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

'There is no such thing as 'fun for the whole family.''

All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.